Huang Wenqing was dead, and he never expected that until his death, the other party dared to kill him in front of Shen Tu Cang, but Shen Tu Cang did not move at all, just frowned and pondered.

At this moment, the bodies of countless spiritual god monks in various parts of the world began to wither, and this phenomenon has attracted the attention of higher-level people.

"It was indeed Yan Jun nodded to take root and sprout in the underworld. But many years ago, Yan Jun suddenly stopped showing up. I couldn't send the Yinsheng tribute from the Spirit God Sect to Yan Jun. I think that at that time, Yan Jun would no longer look down on the Spirit God Sect."

Shen Tu Cang sighed softly and looked at Fang Chen up and down: "Why can you be valued by Yan Jun?"

"I don't know, maybe I'm pretty."

Fang Chen smiled faintly and said, "You just said that the Yinsheng coins tributed by the Spirit God Sect could not be sent to Yan Jun. How much is this Yinsheng?"

"It has nothing to do with you. This matter was told by Yan Jun to do. I am only responsible to Yan Jun."

Shentu Cang said coldly.

"But you can't see Yan Jun, I can see this Yinsheng coins for you."

Fang Chen Dao.

"If you can't see Yan Jun, no one can get this Yinsheng."

Shen Tu Cang said lightly: "Even if you deal with me like you do to You Fang, it will not fall into your hands."

"Are you really not afraid of losing the position of Sijun, the judge? This is more than ten thousand people below the two."

Fang Chen said curiously.

"Below one person."

Shen Tucang corrected Fang Chen's statement and stared at Fang Chen with a frown. The other party said this, obviously hinting at something, but he was unwilling to admit it.

"Okay, you can go to Wangchuan and shout, maybe Yan Jun will be willing to see you this time."

Fang Chen smiled and turned around and left.

Now let's go?

Shen Tu Cang followed Fang Chen and saw that he really left the judge's lawsuit. He did not make any other moves, and his expression became a little shocked and confused.

Seeing this, the top ten judges surrounded them one after another.

"Si Jun, what did he say?"

"Nothing said."

Shen Tu Cang shook his head gently.

Didn't say anything?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were even more confused. However, seeing that Huang Wenqing did not show up again, they had guessed some clues in their hearts.

Huang Wenqing must be dead, perhaps because the other party deliberately wanted to tell them his attitude.

The Spirit God Sect is in the underworld, I am afraid it will no longer be as brilliant as before.

"I'll go out."

Shen Tu Cang gave a reminder and hurriedly left the judge.

Next to Forgetful River.

Shen Tu Cang took a deep breath and bowed to the white Forgetful River:

"Judge Shen Tu Cang, please see Mr. Yan."

A bridge extends from the void.

Shentu Cang was stunned.

So fast?

Even if the Fang Yinjun asked for a meeting last time, Yan Jun Palace did not react so quickly!

He was immediately delighted, walked up the bridge quickly, came to the gate of Yanjun Palace like a familiar road, and knelt on the ground with excitement:

"Shen Tu Cang pays homage to Mr. Yan!"

"I heard that you have been very close to the Spirit God Cult during this period. Are you just like those foolish people who have joined the Spirit God Cult?"

Shen Tu Cang trembled all over. Although he felt that the sound was a little wrong, this was Yan Jun Palace. The one who could speak here must be Yan Jun. He did not dare to neglect and hurriedly said:

"The lower officials dare not. Although many people in the Spirit God Cult have contact with the lower officials and even want to arrange their Yin people to join the Yin Jun, the lower officials have never agreed. They have only given some convenience at some point and placed some insignificant positions."

"If I want to eradicate the Spirit God Cult now, what do you think?"

"The lower official vows to serve Yan Jun to the death. Whoever Yan Jun wants to eradicate, the lower official will eradicate whoever he wants!"

"Very good, look up."

Shen Tu Cang was extremely excited. He slowly raised his head and saw a familiar face looking down at him with a smile on his face.

"you……"

Shen Tucang subconsciously fell to the ground, climbed backwards about a foot behind him, and looked at Fang Chen in surprise.

"You should know now why Yan Jun valued me?"

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

He was wearing the blue Yan Jun armor, and his breath was unfathomable, like an abyss and a sea. He just stood quietly like this, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth, making people unable to confront each other.

"Why are you..."

Shentu Cang's voice was hoarse and a little trembling.

"The previous Yan Jun has already been transformed. I am the new Yan Jun, follow me."

Fang Chen smiled and turned around and entered the Yanjun Palace.

Shen Tu Cang took a deep breath, got up and followed quickly.

He didn't say anything along the way, but just looked at Fang Chen quietly, the more he looked, the heavier heavier his mind.

The armor of Yan Jun on Fang Chen will not be fake. Wearing this armor will definitely be Yan Jun in the underworld.

"Is it possible that Yan Jun really changed into a mess? It's impossible... How could Yan Jun's life span shorter than mine..."

Shen Tu Cang was uneasy and couldn't believe it. It was not until he saw the body of Yan Jun that he believed everything in front of him.

"Yan Jun..."

Shen Tu Cang looked at the corpse in a daze, and then he bowed for a while, looking miserable:

"The lower official respectfully sends Yan Jun."

"Take it."

Fang Chen spread his hands.

Shen Tu Cang smiled bitterly, took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and handed it to Fang Chen:

"Yan Jun, this is the Yinsheng coins tributed by the Spirit God Cult in the past few years."

"How many are installed in this?"

Fang Chen opened it and took a look.

This bamboo tube is not an ordinary thing, but is made of spiritual objects in the underworld. It is the same as the storage ring, and it is full of dense Yinsheng coins.

"About 800,000."

Shen Tu Cang whispered.

More than 800,000?

"The Spirit God Cult has paid tribute for so many years, but it only has more than 800,000 yuan."

Fang Chen said lightly.

"Because the previous Yan Jun had not appeared for a long time, after the Spirit God Cult learned about this, the tribute life was getting less and less. I had come forward to mention them a few words, but they were respectful to me on the surface, but they were full of arrogance in their hearts. They did not take me seriously. They had already stopped offering sacrifices for many years."

Shentu Cang Dao.

"With your means, can't you control them?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"How to grasp it? As long as the Spirit God Sect is willing, there will be a steady stream of people traveling to the underworld, and their cultivation is not weaker than Huang Wenqing and others. Only when Yan Jun takes action personally will they be a little afraid."

Shen Tu Cang sighed, and when he said this, he glanced at Fang Chen and suddenly realized in his heart.

"The Spirit God Cult is indeed powerful in the world, but there is no place for them to speak here. Now you know my identity and are willing to help me. It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I'll give you a clear yamen."

Fang Chen smiled faintly.

"The emperor is willing to die for the Lord Yan!"

Shen Tucang did not hesitate too much and immediately bowed half-kneel.

After knowing that the person in front of him was the new Yan Jun, his preconceived senses had long disappeared.

However, he still had a hint of doubt in his heart. The previous Yan Jun had not appeared for many years. So how did Du Yunxu come to Yan Jun’s Palace and get the title of the Riyou Jun for the person in front of him?

"How many judges under your command have contacts with the Spirit God Cult, you should know in your heart, right?"

Fang Chen smiled.

Shen Tu Cang was slightly shocked and nodded immediately: "Xiao Guan knew what Yan Jun meant?"
Chapter completed!